Let me be me

A poem for the anxious fixer in me

I feel anxious often. Things in the future are distant / not in my control.

I know that there is some level of anxiety that is productive: it keeps you on your toes, but anything above that is going to cause real distress.

This “anxious edge” pushed me to become who I am today, but it is a source of mental & physical anguish.

“Fixing” this involves taking a moment every day to do something for me and sticking to that regime.

I try not to overwork. I try to use these things called boundaries. I talk with my therapist and friends.

I take quiet moments to examine my thoughts, and to feel my emotions, whether good or bad.

I spend time intentionally loving myself, and practice being non-judgemental.

Then, I go into the world and pour out from a cup that is full of self-love.

However, “fixing” isn’t really what’s happening. (At least I don’t think so?)

I’m just learning to accept myself and my situation. I’m just on a journey to a more me destination.

Controlling what I can: my sleep and self-talk; And letting go of things I can’t — like whether and when I get an email.

I cannot “fix” who I am, my nature is to worry. But, I can pump my worry breaks &

Let myself be. Let myself breathe. Let myself be boldly me.

Thank you Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她) for the inspiration from your poem:

I’ve been very self-reflective lately. Here are a few poems with related themes: